Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1887-06-09

the faithful chronicler must add that
they were hardly appropriate for one
Of the pillars of the village church.
Stephen slammed around, a good
deal. that evening. when he got home;
but a grim smile Was all the notice
Miranda took of his actions. She
poured out an extra, evening cup Of
tea for herself. as a night cap. and
put in two heaping spoonsful Of sugar,
and wondered. as she stirred il MP.
where Stephen had been candidatins
this time. That hs was nasuoce~fal
va plain enough. AID she gave Sigh
Of relief. For ell that, she would
have liked to have choked him. Even
the best of US do not like 10 be slight.
ed.
Aunt Lura could hardly forgive
her niece. for going against her wishes
so obstinately; and Rosy began to
think seriously of finding another
home for herself. Her hands were
strong and skilled, and her heart true
and willing. Surely she could make
her way. If Willie was only home to
talk it overl
The good 'Speedwell' was rightly
named, and was speeding on, with
favoring winds, toward the home port.
In few days she was in the harbor.
Once more the sailors foot was on his
native beach. Once more q gentle
mother fondly welcomed her brown
checked boy.
For boy he was to her still, though
his face was bearded. And so it is
ever until the mothers heart 10 still.
"And men who seem old 10 each other
Yes, men with their hair turning gray
Still, still are my boy 10 q mother.
As when in their cradle they lay"
Soon the CHEEKY table was laid, BY
the sunset window. And what moth
er ever forgets her boys favorite dish?
What JOY it was to watch Willie's
quick, vigorous motions, telling Of
bounding younth and strength; to
answer his many and rapid questions
about neighbors, news, etc. He skir.
mished about the main point. however.
for awhile. to the amusement of his
'How's Rosy
The story of Stephens application
then was bruited about, as such things
are apt to be. They do not keep well
in the country. Will was indignant
at such presumption. and exclaimed:
The old ogrel To dare to look at
such girl as Rosy
After tea, the traps were unpsck-
ed, and the sailor.boy threw over his
mothers sholder q shining web of
dark rick silk.
Not for me, Willie, she remon.
strated. You must save that for
your wife
Not a bit Of it. said the deep,
hearty voice. Miss Polly must make
it up. right away, SO you can wear it
to church. with me. No lady. in the
land, deserves it more. or will become
it better. It is just what I've wanted
to bring home. this long time So
the smiling mother let foolish boy
have his way.
Think Rosy will like that, mother
he said. bending his broad shoulders,
and opening an elegant, ivory box. to
display q pretty trinket he had
brought from foreign parts.
He concluded to find out that very
evening. SO he slipped it into the
breast of his coat, and went out, with
his honest heart in more Of futter,
than it had known for many day.
It is not for me to tell the eloquence
he used. in that long. delightful,
moonlight stroll; but certain it is that
pretty Rosy did not 90 out to service.
She consented. rather, to take upon
herself labor of love.
When next Willies ship was on the
sea. and Willie went out now as mate,
his bride Of q week watched, with
dewy eyes, from the easement, to
catch the last Aeck of the white sails
as they disappeared on the horizon.
But what of Stephen? Alas he
had fallen on evil times The day
after Rosy's final rejection Of him, the
day after Miranda had wished shs
could choke him, she heard the Who'll,
story, and her wrath knew no bounds
The impudsnt. designing old wsstch.
she cried. And as for that mink
Rosy. she'll have 9 fall. some day
pride alters does; the stuck.up thing.
Though why it was designing. ant
'impudent On Stephsns part. towisl
to marry Q pretty young girl. o
'strck.up. and the conduct Of mink
on Rosyis, to refuse him, only th
angry logic Of q soursd and disappoint
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